Now What Is Earth, What Are You

Reality' Is A Word With Many Meanings.

A Stage Space Has Two Rules: (1) Anything Can Happen And (2) Something Must Happen.

Theatres, Actors, Critics And Public Are Interlocked In A Machine That Creaks But Never Stops. There Is Always A New Season In Hand And We Are To Busy To Ask The Only Vital Question Which Measures The Whole Structure. Why Theatre At All? What For? Is It An Anachronism, A Superannuated Oddity? Surviving Like An Old Monument Or A Quaint Custom? Why Do We Applaud And What? Has The Stage A Real Place In Our Lives? What Function Can It Have? What Could It Serve? What Could It Explore? What Are Its Special Properties?

I Can Take Any Empty Space And Call It A Bare Stage. A Man Walks Across This Empty Space, Whilst Someone Else Is Watching Him, And This Is All That Is Needed For An Act Of Theatre To Be Engaged.

I Am Ready To Disclaim My Opinion, Even Of Yesterday, Even Of 10 Minutes Ago, Because All Opinions Are Relative. One Lives In A Field Of Influences, One Is Influenced By Everyone One Meets, Everything Is An Exchange Of Influences, All Opinions Are Derivative. Once You Deal A New Deck Of Cards, You've Got A New Deck Of Cards.